Introducing, for the first time at Pagan Spirits, Stream of Consciousness Sunday

I stumbled across All.Things.Fadra the other day, and I thought Stream of Conscious Sunday - a prompt for five minutes of free writing - seemed like an interesting idea. I thought I'd try it at least once and see how it goes.

Today’s Writing Prompt: How did you spend your Sunday mornings growing up? What are some of your favorite memories?

When I was growing up, I had to go to church every Sunday morning. It wasn't typically something I enjoyed, except for the year I made my confirmation in the Catholic church, when I was an eighth grader. I went through a phase when I was convicted about my faith then. It didn't stick, though. This was shortly before I looked at the family tree in the front of the family bible and discovered that Mom and I were of Jewish descent. Being multicultural then made me question whether I could remain faithful to any one religion when, apparently, I was supposed to be given choices. It set me on the path to my current state of embracing parts of Christianity, Judaism, Hinduism and the Pagan Wheel of the Year with a "take what you need and leave the rest" attitude.

Before church, it was time for Sunday morning cartoons, and when I was a kid that meant Hanna Barbera. I think the Flintstones were part of the line-up, but that wasn't my favorite. I preferred Josie and the Pussycats, Jabber Jaw or the one with the cave people and their pet dinosaur - yeah, that sounds like the Flintstones too, but this one wasn't a comedy. I think it was actually set in the future. It looked like the moon was broken, which always freaked me out a little.

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Post-stream of consciousness, I looked it up: the show I'm talking about is called The Herculoids. It was produced from 1967-69, but all of the cartoons I watched as a kid on Sunday mornings in the '80s were already old reruns.